The Obsessive CEO's Beloved

My name is Libby Quinn, and today I'm marrying into the Lewis Family. Not for love, but for that million. My dad lost money gambling, the loan sharks showed up at our door, and the Lewis Family said if I married Charles to ward off bad luck, they'd clear the debt. Charles Lewis is the heir of the Lewis Family, the richest in H City, but he's a sickly man. The wedding was grand, with red silk hanging all over the villa, yet I couldn't feel a thing. It was at the altar that I first laid eyes on Charles Lewis. He sat in a wheelchair, his face pale as paper, but his eyes were cold enough to freeze. "So, you came here just for the money?" He spoke, his voice weak but dripping with disgust. I gripped the hem of my dress and didn't deny it. "Yes." "A country girl—straight to the point, huh?" He let out a cold sneer and wheeled himself into the bridal chamber. At night, a woman dressed in a maid's uniform came in carrying a bowl of medicine; she was Amy. "Mrs. Lewis, Mr. Charles needs to take his medicine now. Please attend to him." Amy pushed the bowl toward me, her tone dripping with disdain. I took the bowl and went over to Charles Lewis. "Time to take your medicine." He didn't move, and Amy sneered mockingly beside him, "Some people, once they've gotten the money, should do their part instead of acting like absentee bosses." I glanced at Amy and put the medicine bowl on the bedside table. "Amy, I'm the Lewis Family's officially wedded young mistress. Taking care of Mr. Lewis is my choice—not something for you to boss around." Amy was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting me to talk back. "How dare you speak like that, girl!" "How I speak is none of your business." I straightened up. "If you think I'm doing a bad job, you can tell the Matriarch to kick me out. But when that happens, who'll ward off bad luck for Mr. Lewis? And whether the Lewis Family will still come up with a million to help pay off my family's debt—that's another matter entirely." Charles suddenly chuckled, then looked at Amy. "Amy, step outside." Amy's face darkened, but she didn't dare argue. She only gave me a sharp glare before turning to leave. The room was left with just Charles and me. He looked at me and said, "Didn't expect you to be pretty good at talking." "You gotta know something to survive," I replied. I lowered my head, not daring to meet his eyes.